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Favorite bit? They’re crafty, like spies. “Every gesture is a lie,” says the film, and ain’t that spot on? One time, heard this yarn – a prossie in Paris nicked a duke’s watch mid-shag, flogged it for a fortune. Laughed me arse off! Clever minx. But then – bam – sad bit hits. Some get trapped, no way out, and that’s a punch to the gut. Surprised me how deep it cuts, y’know?

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Then there's the mighty stride of the Ries (at) River. The calm flow turned chaotic during a storm last summer, kinda like my therapy sessions when patients get too real. Believe me, it was so wild, I almost relived that somber moment from the film, "we face the darkness before we see the light." And I was, like, totally shook, but in a good way, y’know?